My comics should be here in a few days, I hope. So before they arrive and I undoubtedly want to spend my writing energy talking about them, I'll talk about a few of the things I've seen mention of online lately.
The Mary Jane statue.
Doesn't bother me particularly (i.e. I wouldn't have thought to be offended if I hadn't read on the internet that I might want to be), apart from the fact that that little thing is supposed to be a laundry basket. Even back when I was single and washing for one, I used a full-sized laundry basket. MJ would have to do her wash on a daily basis if she uses a basket that size. That's my way of saying that, really, it does look like she's doing her fine hand washables in a bucket. I always used to use the sink, but whatever. (That was in the days when I owned fine hand washables. With motherhood came a preference for items I can throw in the machine without thinking too much about it.) And it's not beyond the realm of possibility that Spidey's costume requires hand washing, although I'd doubt it given that Peter was single for so much of his spidering career and I don't really see him spending half an hour a night up to his elbows in Woolite. Anyway, apparently the scene really isn't self-explanatory enough for it to be clear what's being shown, and that makes it an odd choice for a statue in any case.
Tentacle porn.
Specifically, I don't read Heroes for Hire, and have never read manga, so this notion really would have been off my radar. More generally, I'm all for porn of most sorts, but have to admit that tentacles seem particularly un-erotic to me--still, each to their own, right?
Gail Simone taking over Wonder Woman.
Guess I'll be adding WW back to the get list in a few months! The twelve-year-old will be pleased.
Iron Man is a jerk.
I'm pretty sure that you could (if you wanted to) blame Extremis for this, because he started with the big dickishness after that all happened. Still, what's everyone else's excuse?
Girls being encouraged (or not) to read comics.
I don't think that kids in general are encouraged to read comics. That said, some of what I read here irritated the heck out of me. All I can say is that forty years ago, presumably a time when toys and media were more gender-specific than they are now, my folks bought me superhero comics on a reasonably regular basis. What the hell happened?
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